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raison d'être

de hannah bahng

I'm tied, tied to my role
My pride takes over my soul
My father warned me to never lose it
But I told him I'll never break or forfeit

So I breathe, breathe a little more
So I breathe, breathe for the show
So I drown, drown a little more
So I drown, drown till I'm gone

I'm meddling with those sorts of lies
I'm fiddling with the lows, not highs
Lows, not highs
Like the tide's coming in from the Moon outside
Like the tide's coming in to heal my mind
The boy who cried wold had no replies
Living in my mind, screaming: Who the fuck am I?

So I breathe, breathe a little more
So I breathe, breathe for the show
So I drown, drown a little more
So I drown, drown till I'm gone

Flying, flying, flying
Then I'm falling, falling, falling
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone
Flying, flying, flying
Then I'm falling, falling, falling
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone

So I breathe, breathe a little more
So I breathe, breathe for the show
So I drown, drown a little more
So I drown, drown till I'm gone

Till I, till I, till I'm gone
Till I, till I, till I'm gone
Till I, till I, till I'm gone

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